#mikey talks to the beloveds

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

@r3g1nald OKAY BUT LIKE

[explodingstarlight]

my entry for this Rise DTIYS challenge! 🧡✨

[on-this-day-mcr]

On this day, June 17

In 2022: My Chemical Romance performed their twentieth show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour in Bonn, Germany. At this show, Gerard Way wore a light pink linen shirt, and "It's A wonderfull LIFE" was written on the drums. (🖤)

Watch the show here!

LAURA KEIMEL

[fowlaroundtown]

Sorry for spam posting today but I figured out how to draw Shelldon today and it’s about to be everybody else’s problem

[penrose-quinn]

My unpopular opinion is if Draken was really doomed to die in the narrative, I'd rather he die as an adult than a kid in the last arc

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Shinichiro is so unwell from what he'd had to live through during Original Timeline that I'm convinced that if it hadn't been Baji, he'd have gone into killing-mode again on August 13th

[luckycharms1701]

It's your birthday??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!

My gift is a Mikey wip

THANK YOU!!! 🥳

ahhhhh he looks so good!!!!!! thank you i love it!!!!! i can't wait to see the finished piece 👀👀👀

[hatterladz]

Every once in awhile I see everyone talking about R!Donnie, 12!Raph and 03!Mikey as a trio together and I just remember this fic I read where 87, 03, 12 and R all get put into a shitty death labyrinth together and one of the teams was 87! Leo and the Trio, I read it specifically bc the description was "HOW DID MIKEY BECOME THE RESPONSIBLE ONE" and I went oh my god what did they do to my boy

[turrondeluxe]

Have you read the fanfic; last ronin becomes a discord mod? It’s a au we’re ronin lives! And as the name implies is a mod on discord because he finds Donnie’s old laptop that is connected to the alternate turtles! It also has Mikey helping to raise the kids :]

i have actually! its really fun and one of the best modded fics ive ever seen!

Please read it if you can!!!

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

mikey help my hyperspecific aaron poll ended up on swiftie tumblr 😭

YOUR WHAT ENDED UP WHERE 😭 HOW

[turtle-bun]

Fave Mikey Headcannon 🧡🐢

Like I appreciate that Rise! Michelangelo is the chef of the group which is cool and all BUT ALSO I really just miss the Michelangelo that would just eat the weirdest fucking shit and not even flintch! My absolute FAVORITE Mikey headcannon is that this boy will eat fucking ANYTHING you put in front of him so long as it's edible. Fuck it, sometimes it don't need to be edible and he'll still fucking eat it! 🤣

[sunriseovergotham]

canyou chill out. please

[anybunny69]

Yall uh....ever stay up all night two nights in a row to make phone bg moodboards..... just me...? Just me.

Honestly I made the Mikey ones for Me cuz there weren't any I could find and then I ended up making more. Raph Will be Next. First smaller images are made in line camera and taller ones in picsart.

‼️ None of the images belong to me I just found shit on pinterest‼️

[the-acid-pear]

GUESS WHO FINISHED THEIR ESSAAAYYYY 😁😁😎😎🎉🎉

[totalshockwaves]

mikey, sensing ryan ross's fine ass has been running around my brain the past week:

[goldengirliez]

STEALING MIKEY'S KEYS SO HE'S LATE FOR A MEETING>>>>>

09:32 pm

I believe that intimacy is the new kind of pure love. Getting to know someone on a deeper level is something that goes beyond simple attachment, it goes beyond the simple but necessary need of validation.

Being intimate means getting on the same frequency level as a person and communicating effectively with each word, each action, and each stare.

Intimacy isn't something you only find under the sheets until sweat, tears and arousal dampen the mattress. Its true nature lies in between the actions of your everyday life, moments that don't need any kind of particular reason to happen and yet feel special because you are there, you are connected.

You have realised such a thing only briefly as the air is getting in and out of your lungs hectically, your breath coming short and irregular and the adrenaline rushing through your veins full speed with each pump of your vital muscle.

Your legs almost shake and your feet ache slightly, your eyes darting to the person in front of you with an excited and rebellious glimmer, the glint of life.

You've been running away from Mikey for the last ten minutes because you had taken the keys to his motorbike.

He has been spending every evening with Toman recently, not passing by your home to even say goodnight because the meetings always finish late at night.

You know that he always tries his best to make it up to you for the lost time with his ways of bringing your favourite sweets to school, taking you home and around the city with his bike whenever you need to, sending you a sweet message randomly throughout the day to check up on you, never missing the opportunity to hug you, kiss you or keeping you close when you pass by, and yet… You can't help but miss him more than anything.

You tried to talk to him about it but he prefers for you to not get too involved in his gang business: he fears your safety, not wanting hundreds of testosterone-filled guys to get close to his beloved.

You fear nothing when he's by your side but he still turns you down when you ask to come along with him: he has lost too many people he cared about for his good and he has no intention of putting you in danger even the slightest.

This had to change.

That's why you're preventing him from heading to the meeting of Toman until he makes up his mind.

“Y/N! I'm gonna be late, please, give me those darn keys back, goddamnit!!”

His voice spurts out desperately, short puffs of air coming out of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath: you're fast for fuck’s sake!

He is a bit pissed at you for acting this stubborn, sure, but he can't help the wide smile that plasters on his face the more he hears you laugh every time he can't catch you, every time you hide behind his motorbike and fool him by running in the opposite direction, almost tripping on your own feet.

That smile of yours, that light in your eyes is worth every spare minute of his life and the meeting can wait if that means he has the chance to see you this full of energetic playfulness.

You're both in the flowers of your youth and sometimes you forget that due to how harsh life experiences can be. Moments like these make up for the lost time.

As you raise your hand high and shake his keys, making them jingle as you do so, you can't help but feel overpowered by pride: having your super athletic boyfriend, the invincible Mikey whining out to you so he can get what he wants isn't an everyday occurrence (I mean– unless he's begging for sweets or your attention, of course). Maybe you could break him and he would finally let you come along in one of his meetings.

“Begging ain't gonna do shit, you gotta work for it, Mikey!”

Sprinting to the other side of the garden of his house, you can feel him sigh exasperatedly and follow you along as he mutters “If I catch you–" in between a breathy laugh.

The wind feels magical against your skin, the cool breeze of the night after a heated summer day gives you goosebumps and yet you feel hot all over; your blood pressure rising with each stride of your run is what keeps you going, laughing nonstop as you stare up the full moon over your head briefly, savouring such a moment that will surely become a core memory of yours.

As you hide behind his motorbike once again, Mikey stops a few feet away from you, the vehicle is the only thing separating your bodies.

“You’re a menace, y/n!”

You shrug at his words, rotating his keys on the tip of your index finger with a proud expression.

“I guess that dating a delinquent made the trick– eek!”

You can't even finish your sentence as Mikey takes a run-up and easily jumps over his CB250T and lands not so graciously on top of you, making you fall on the grass with a thud. The impact doesn't hurt that much though, not when Mikey put a hand behind your head right on time so you couldn't injure the slightest.

He couldn't resist the urge to bring you down and wipe off your face that shit-eating grin and see that cute pout your peachy lips make every time he catches you by surprise. He's a weak man, bear with him.

Pinning you down on the floor he takes away his keys from your hand and smiles toothly: his rosy cheeks and messy hair shine under the moonlight, his obsidian gems staring into your soul easily make you melt and your initial annoyance turns into an amused laugh. He's your angel, no matter what.

“Sorry, what were you saying about dating a delinquent?”

Rolling your eyes at his statement, your smile slowly fades when he gets off you and brushes some grass away from your shirt with his hand, before kissing the top of your head with the soft petals of his lips.

He was going to leave again and that thought screeches inside your brain. It doesn't sit well with you the fact that he's keeping you detached from a big aspect of his life… There's a strong gut feeling that tells you you shouldn't let it slide, you should insist on being part of this area of his life because, if you don't, something extremely bad will happen in the future.

And Mikey sees right through you, he always does, because he loves you and he is connected to your being in every way for respect and admiration.

He feels the intimate bond you two share, he can almost touch that connection, he can feel the burn of the red string that connects the two of you.

He can feel his bones ache under the weight of letting you drown away from him so sad and helpless and whenever he sees your angelic face darken out of worry and fear for him, for the both of you.

He knew why you took the keys away from him that day and he couldn't help finding it amusing and cute... but believe me when I say he's not blind and recognises the desperate attempt to have yourself near him for longer.

Mikey stands up from the ground and offers you his hand to stand up, his calloused hand brushes against your tender palm and holds in a strong and warm hold that doesn't flatter even when you're finally standing.

Staring down at your feet, your voice comes out in a whisper, a loving but pained one.

“Please, be careful Mik–”

“Hop on.”

Your head snaps up, your eyes searching for his out of confusion and then hope.

The two of you are intimate, you understand each other's worries and can feel them within your organs, you can feel each emotion run through your being and resonate like a magnetic wave from you to him and vice versa.

You two are flames that burn for love, with love: your glint should never flatter, you deserve to feel it alive and vibrating.

Mikey smiles at you as he puts his helmet on top of your head and secures it attentively.

“I'll keep you safe, pinkey promise”.

That's your man to you.

I have had this idea bouncing inside my head for a while now! I've been inspired by this post of the sweet @xsleepinggoodx.

I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it.

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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